B A D
B O Y ' S
G A M E
I arrive at Archer's house at ten in the morning like he told me to, arriving at the same time as Sofia. Her mother wore a look of exhaustion as she handed her daughter over to Archer, her belly round and protruding. I greet the pregnant lady politely before she takes off for her appointments.
Archer holds Sofia in his hands, she's messing with the glasses he has on and giggling uncontrollably. He's sporting a pair of glasses that I've yet to see and he wears them very well by the way.
He moves from the doorway and lets me in, making his way to the couch to put Sofia down. I take off the shoes I'm wearing and put my crossbody down before making my way over to the couch. Archer has turned on a kids channel for her by the time I sit down next to her, he takes a seat on the other side of her.
"She takes a nap after lunch and for lunch, I've got some gourmet macaroni and cheese planned," Archer says, his eyes looking down at the little girl.
She wears a smile on her face as she watches the program in which causes both Archer and me to smile. Sofia is adorable with her wavy brown hair and blue eyes, after all, it only makes sense because her mother is beautiful. Good looks certainly run in Archer's family, I wonder if Archer looks like his parents a lot. I've never seen his parents, not even a photo of them is displayed on the walls of his house.
Once the first program ends, Archer tells me to watch Sofia as he cooks lunch. I turn off the tv and get out a few books from her diaper bag beside me. Once she sees the books she snuggles closer to me and points at the book she wants me to read to her first. The book is a princess one with vivid colors and images.
I open up the book and read each page slow enough so she gets a chance to stare at the drawings, she looks up to me with various faces as the story goes on.
About thirty minutes pass and I've finished up reading both stories, twice. Archer calls us over for lunch right when we finish up. Sofia wiggles off the couch and runs to the dining table, Archer having to help her up onto a chair. I walk over and take a seat next to her, our lunch already sitting in front of us. Utensils and everything.
"Mac and Cheese!" she yells in her high pitched voice, taking her plastic spoon and digging in.
I laugh at her behavior, the little girl surely loved herself some macaroni. Archer sits himself down after making sure she is properly situated, placing three juice pouches on the table once he's positioned accordingly.
"I hope you like watered down fruit punch," he tells me, placing Sofia's straw into a juice pack for her.
I eat in silence, the macaroni reminding me a bit of when I was little and when my dad would try cooking for my mother and I. Archer's macaroni certainly tasted ten times better than my father's burnt to the crisp version.
Our meal overall is pretty silent, Sofia preoccupied with her beloved mac and cheese. Myself being too hungry to talk; I may have skipped breakfast.
Once Sofia finishes up her bowl of pasta and juice she begins to rub her eyes, indicating that she's becoming tired. Little kids need naps, after all, they are still growing and only have so much energy.
I pick up the finished dishes and place them in the sink, beginning to wash them. Archer picks up Sofia and wipes her hands and face off, preparing her for her nap.
"I'm going to put her down for a nap," he tells me, walking away to a bedroom seconds later.
I nod, finishing up with the dishes and placing them onto a drying rack.
I take some time to browse around in the kitchen, placing already dried dishes into their designated cupboards. As I'm about to place some cheese Archer left out from when he cooked into the fridge I spot a familiar photo strip. The photo strip is of Archer and I at the winter formal; the last photo looks like we're kissing. All the photos are nice, especially the one where he has a wide grin on his face.
Looking at the small photo he smiled in makes me begin to display a smile.
"Do you like the photos?" I hear him ask as he walks back into the kitchen.
I turn around and give a nod.
"I thought that they were definitely fridge worthy," he says, a small smile on his face.
Archer's been smiling more often rather than just smirking. It's nice to see him smile and I really enjoy his smile.
"I bought some ingredients to make cookies, let's make them while the little munchkin is asleep," he tells me, pulling out a few items from the cabinets and refrigerator.
He pulls out a few mixing bowls and whisks, also opening up a cookbook to a page that displays a cookie recipe.
I read the first few lines and begin to prepare the ingredient, measuring them out and everything. He helps by placing out baking pans and nonstick spray, I guess he meant I would be doing the baking and he would be helping.
I dump all the ingredients into one large bowl after they're all measured out, Archer leaning against the counter with a suspicious look. I ignore the look and just stare at my bowl of miscellaneous ingredients, ready to whisk them all together.
"Our children would be good looking," he says out of the blue, causing my whisking to come to a halt.
His little statement causes me to whip my head around towards him, my eyes no longer on the cookies I'm preparing to bake. His suspicious look has now turned into a smirk.
"Our," I manage to say, "Our children?"
He nods and does some sort of shrug.
"Yeah, like if you and I fucked and forgot to use protection it wouldn't be awful because at least our child would be like model status," he explains with a bit too much passion in his voice.
I gape at him.
It's as if he would be okay if we had a kid, as if we were a thing. He was quite unbelievable and I did not want to become a mother so young.
"Babe, close your mouth before I close it for you," he says, then picking up a cookie cutter to mess with.
I pick up some flour from the bowl next to me and throw it at him before exclaiming, "I'm not your babe!"
He chuckles before leaning over and grabbing a handful of flour also.
"But, you will be."
I find flour splattered across my plain black tee seconds later. He wants to play dirty, I can play dirty.
I pick up an egg from the carton and crack it on top of his head.
"Oops," I say before chuckling.
"Sprinkles and a raw egg is probably a good look for you," he whispers with a mischievious smile on his face.
My right hand wipes some egg substance off his face and he lets out a deep set of chuckles, in which makes me chuckle. He places his arms around my waist so I can't possibly escape and collect more items to throw at him. I struggle to try and get out of his embrace, not succeeding at all.
"Fine, we can call forth a ceasefire," I say, hoping to leave the compromising position.
"Deal," he replies, but still doesn't budge.
"Are you going to let me go today?" I ask teasingly.
He frowns. "Soon."
I raise my eyebrow and wait for a real answer in which he delivers seconds later.
"After this," he says, his voice now seemed lower than it had been a minute ago.
I look at him weirdly before I notice his eyes are staring at my lips. I don't move and just stare at him. He makes a move and lowers his face to be closer to mine, I don't reject his advance and begin to feel his lips against mine.
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I lost," he whispers into my lips, lost in the moment.
By this point, I'm ready to pull his face to mine and kiss him hard. I want to kiss him as much as he probably wants to kiss me, lust consuming us both. He's about to connect our lips entirely when I hear the sound of footsteps, I try to ignore them and just remember Archer's lips that are almost completely against mine.
Before his lips get the chance to fully touch mine the doorbell chimes, twice.
We pause and I pull away from the intimate moment, Archer letting go of me. I try my best to make myself presentable and he too does the same.
"Fuck," he mutters.
I decide to be the one to face reality first and I open the front door to see his best friend.
"Did I interrupt something?" Zac asks, an unnecessary smirk on his face.
Zac looks at us both, our flour coated shirts and all.
Archer and I both don't reply and I just pick sprinkles out of my hair.
"Thought I heard something... Something like the moaning of Archer's name," Zac says, putting a hand against his head as if he didn't plan to say that.
I blush a deep red and push Archer in front of me to cover my blush.
"Aren't you guys babysitting? Does watching Sofia inspire you two to make your own baby?" Zac asks.
Zac seriously needs a sensor on his mouth or some duct tape.
"We would make adorable children wouldn't we?" Archer chimes in and asks Zac, his frustration in the interruption of our almost kiss only slightly present in his voice.
"Well, Ellie's quite outstanding and you're okay... So yeah," Zac replies slowly as if he truly thought about it.
"Archer," I say with a sigh.
He turns around on me, his face close to mine.
"Grey," he says with the same sigh, giving me a dimpled smile right after.
Zac lets himself in, walking past us and finding his spot on the sofa. He turns on the tv and finds some movie that's playing.
"Movie time, come on lovebirds," he says to us, gesturing to the couch.
We hesitate for a moment, I mean we are obviously dirty and would only mess up the couch. Zac gestures again, persistent in his motions. Â Archer gives a shrug and indicates that it wouldn't matter if we possibly stained the couch.
Archer and I park ourselves on the couch, Archer placing an arm around my shoulders once I've sat down comfortably. I lean against him, ready to doze off.
Our little food fight took out all my energy, I also happened to go to sleep late last night too.
I close my eyes just after seeing a small smile form on Archer's lips, his eyes evidently on me rather than on the movie that had begun.
I could feel his heartbeat as I began to drift off, his heart was beating quite fast.